Louis Williams

Troy Murphy signed with the Celtics, who seem to be gunning for the all-time record of broke-down NBA big men. Erick Dampier feels like he should be on this team. You get the feeling Rajon Rondo spends most of his free time Skyping kids his own age during road trips while the rest of the Celtics roster goes out to see “The King’s Speech” for the third time?

… Well, okay. Maybe don’t start Rodrigue Beaubois tonight. I needed a title to today’s rundown and it seemed to fit. They can’t all be winners. Heck, ¾ of ‘em can’t be winners. You try writing about the same 250-ish players every day.

Atlanta’s Al Horford was at shootaround sometime around 2 pm. Then he decended into the locker room, and came out for his game against the Sixers a last-second scratch. This can only mean one of three things, 1) Horford wanted a day off and Atlanta greatly underestimated Louis Williams’ desire to shoot every ball that is passed to him, 2) Horford tweaked something in or around his body, or c) Al Horford is in love with Darius Songaila.

I wanted to call this Earl Watson-centered intro Earl, You’ll Be A Go, Man Soon, but two things happened: 1) people stopped listening to Urge Overkill, like, a decade ago, 2) Watson is already a go, and I fear that soon, he’ll no longer be a go.

Okay, so it turns out hurling bricks is not as good for Mo Williams‘ hips and groin-ial area as Mo at first thought. He’s out for a while. Frankly, the vagueness of Mo’s injury parallels the vagueness of what part of this dude is even injured.

When Chicago’s Carlos Boozer left Saturday’s game with a rolled ankle, two things popped into my mind: 1) His blocking numbers suggest he’s been playing with rolled ankles most of his career, why the dramatics all of a sudden? 2) if he’s being taken to the player parking garage in a golf cart, perhaps he shouldn’t be driving home, 3) did I say two things or three things popped into my mind?

There gets a point in every crayon box where you just don’t want to bother with unwrapping the paper, sharpening the wax down to a more manageable point and coloring anew. Those damn crayons never came close to being as sharp as they were when they were organized and fresh.

Indiana’s Brandon Rush tumbled to the floor on Sunday and on the way down slammed into Danilo Gallinari‘s left knee. That’s a mild sprain. It’s also a mild strain on fantasy owners having to decide between Charlie Villanueva or Mickael Pietrus as their replacement for the threes they’ll be missing in the next 2-3 weeks.

The story with Sacramento’s reigning Rookie of the Year is as easy as pie. Unless you’re talking about Uncle Jake’s hardscrabble country pie, then it’s easier than pie. Or perhaps you meant pi, in which case Tyreke Evans‘ ongoing foot and ankle injury is also easier than that as well.

Jason Kidd is averaging a career-low in minutes played, which informs the across-the-board decline in all his other stats. For now, the dip isn’t pronounced enough to be too worrisome. The Mavs still take a shizz ton (100 lbs. heavier than a crap load) of jumpers that allow for Kidd to grab long rebounds.